You & I (George Weasley)

The One with the Answers.

It took me a couple of days to finally pluck up the courage to go back to Dumbledore's office but when I did, he sent for my parents immediately.

Sadly, I was doing this part on my own. George had told Fred and a couple of others from the Quidditch team that he would join them for a couple of hours so they could practice and have a bit of fun.

My parents arrived through the Floo network, my mum looking rather flustered as she tried to tame her wild hair and she looked thoroughly disappointed when I didn't get up to greet the two of them.

"Amy says she's ready to talk," Dumbledore said quietly, "Amy. If you'd like to begin?"

"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked quietly, toying with my hands, "I mean...you tell me everything."

The two of them shared a glance and my dad sighed, "We were going to. We were. As soon as we got the letter of your acceptance into here, we swore we were going to tell you."

"And?"

"Your grandmother," my mum said quietly, "She thought that it was best if we didn't. She said why disrupt your life? She said, just let you come here, enjoy your school years."

"So." I began quietly, looking at Dumbledore again, "You think that all of this, my...dreams, could be because of my birth mother."

At those words, I saw my parents flinch out of the corner of my eye but I made sure not to look at them. Otherwise I might start getting upset myself.

My headteacher nodded, clasping his hands in front of him, "At the moment, yes. We believe her name was Anissa Winter."

"Was?" I repeated, "Do you mean..."

He nodded silently, "Sadly, yes. We found out she has since died. We believe that it was just a couple of months after giving birth to you, leading us to also believe that perhaps she knew that she was going to pass away which is why she put you into the care of Aurora Orphan Home for Girls."

I released a shaky breath but he continued.

"The orphanage is predominantly one for magical children but your parents here, they weren't to know."

I looked up at them, seeing them staring blankly ahead of them and I wordlessly reached over to take my mum's hand, giving her a weak smile when she looked up at me with shining eyes.

"Do you know anything about my...mum?" I asked, "Anything?"

A tray carrying some cups and a teapot floated over to us and I stood up to pour the beverage, knowing that it could do it on it's own but I wanted to make myself busy, handing one to each of my parents, "Do you take sugar, Professor?"

After his nod, I dropped a sugar lump into it and handed it over to him. He took a sip, looking at me appreciatively, "Very good, Miss Silver. Nice and strong."

I smiled, looking at my mum with a small smile. She was the one who showed me how to make it properly when I was younger.

As I sat back down, my mum reached over and took my hand, "Amy? You know that whatever you find out, whatever went on or whatever is going to go on, you are our daughter. I know I said it in our letter but I'm saying it again. We love you and you are our baby girl. You will always be our baby girl."

I grinned, feeling the now familiar burn of tears and I quickly stood up, which she did too, the two of us throwing our arms around each other and a couple of seconds later, I felt my dad join us too.

"You're right," I whispered, looking up at the two of them, "I'm your daughter."

**

After scheduling another meeting with Dumbledore next week to discuss my circumstances, I decided to wander down to the Quidditch pitch, hoping to catch the end of their practice.

Hermione and Ginny were sat up on one of the stands and I quickly made my way up to join them, waving at Harry when he flew by me.

I took a seat by Ginny and rubbed my cold hands together, trying desperately to get some heat into them. Someone should really make some heat retaining gloves.

I heard Hermione saying my name, snapping me out of my daydream and I looked at her, "Yeah?"

"Where were you?" she asked curiously, "George said that you had a meeting with Dumbledore?"

I nodded, "Yeah. I had to talk to him about some things."

That was all I said on the matter, knowing that she was curious as to where I kept disappearing off to but I didn't focus on that. I just kept my eyes on George as he flew around the pitch, getting up to go to the edge of the stand as he flew in my direction.

"Hey," he said quietly, "How'd it go?"

"Good," I nodded, drawing on the wood I was leaning against, "We're meeting again next week to discuss the dreams..."

"Good," he smiled but it slipped from his face when I didn't share his enthusiasm, "Though you don't seem to happy about that."

I shrugged, looking up at him, "I just...George, what if he can't stop what I'm seeing? What if Cedric dies." 

From across the other side, Fred and Katie were shouting for George to get his head back in the game. 

"You can snog her later!" Fred snickered. 

"Shut up!" George yelled at his brother before looking down at me again. 

"It's okay," I nodded, giving him a smile, "We can talk about it later."

He reached for my hand, raising it to his lips before he darted off to join the rest of the team. 

"You know," Hermione said quietly as I sat back down with them, "I still can't believe that you're going out with him. He's so..."

"Stupid?" Ginny asked. 

"Immature," Hermione finished, "And you...you're not." 

Giggling, I reached over and took one of her Bertie Botts Beans, "Don't know what to tell you, Hermione." 

"The pranking has calmed down though," she added thoughtfully, "You must be a good influence."

Ginny snorted, "Sure."

The three of us looked up at the sound of Harry calling for Hermione, "We're done for today!"

I met George at the bottom of the stand, taking his hand when he held it out for me, only to have Fred tear through the middle of us. 

"Sorry!" he yelled, looking over his shoulder at us, "Hey, Angelina! Wait up!" 

"Idiot," George muttered and I swatted his arm gently.

"Leave him alone. He's obviously carrying a torch for the girl." 

His mouth fell open, "What? No. If he liked Angelina, he would have told me." 

"Oh really?" I asked to which he nodded. 

"Yes! We tell each other everything."

I raised my eyebrow, "So you told him you fancied me?"

"I-well-no. I guess I didn't." 

I giggled and kissed his cheek, "Check and mate."